Hello, Peter Pan

hello,

I probably should not let you know

; for fear that you will go

but deep inside I know

either way, I might also leave

this earth will grow cold

a star among stars

and one of the smallest,

diminishing our insignificance,

our love, our kind

it’s not that I don’t like

this or your vibes

but let’s say we’re at the front line

for something worth the fight.

but there, in the first offensive,

in that very term,

we might fall on our face, dead

against the turnings of nature’s lure.

& there will come

a time of soft rains

with spectre-grey frost

and then maybe, then,

we will think of each other

what do I know, what do I know

of love’s austere and lonely offices?

such waiting, without

hunger in twilight

for what we may be about to

receive; for you have done

nothing wrong just

perhaps you have not done

nothing right either.